The Demon King said lightly: "How could it be? I can see the achievements of my brothers, and I can see them in my eyes and remember them in my heart! But at that time, the sea clan was still beside me, and the two sides had just been repaired. Who said that the sea clan would return to the demon clan? After all, it had not taken action yet... I expressed my gratitude to Xiaopeng and the others on the spot and rewarded them to resume school. Wouldn't it stimulate the Haichuang and intensify the conflict? Now is the critical moment of the World Destruction Strategy! Xiaopeng and the others can no longer count on it. Could it be that the powerful arm of the sea clan should be pushed out from afar? If the sea clan regrets it, it is to ask us to pay the lives of the one hundred billion demons ourselves. What a price."

The Demon King said: "There is priority for the matter. Xiaopeng and the others are their own brothers, so they naturally have to take care of outsiders first. This is the overall situation. Brother Feng can't think of this, I think you understand."

There was a hint of mockery at the corner of Fenghuang's mouth, but he said nothing.

My own brother!

Take care of outsiders first!

Take care of outsiders first!

"The next move to destroy the world is entirely based on the combat power of the dragon and phoenix clans." Fenghuang said silently: "The backbone position, no foreign clan, cannot be used!"

"Why?" The Demon King was puzzled: "That would take time off the foundation of the Dragon and Phoenix clans."

Fenghuang sternly said: "It's all that now, or you hope I can hold back on my word!"

The Demon King shrank his head and stopped talking.

I felt a little dissatisfied: Why are you so fierce? I am not good enough to you?!!

On the top of the mountain.

After some treatment, Penghuang finally had the power to move freely. He regained his human form one by one, stood up, and felt relieved to be down-to-earth. They felt only their bodies that were extremely weak. When they looked at the corpses of demons everywhere, no one spoke for a long time.

I only feel the heart-wrenching pain!

"Three hundred saints intermediate level, two hundred saints higher level; there are also one hundred and thirty semi-saints...eighty-five saints...eighty-five saints...eight emperor monsters!"

The face of Emperor Peng, which had been calm for a long time, suddenly became distorted.

"There are no one left in the middle level of the three hundred saints! Two hundred high levels, all of them are silent! One hundred and thirty half-saints have all fallen! There are eighty-five saints, seventeen of them have fallen, and the little eagle... is also destroyed here!"

"The remaining sixty-eight saint-level monsters are seriously injured, and their combat power cannot be restored for at least ten thousand years! The seven emperors, at least for a hundred years, don't think about taking action. Without three thousand years of rest, returning to the peak is just a joke!"

Penghuang turned his head and looked at the other side.

Countless sea clan capable people are working hard to move mountains.

All the surviving saints of the demon clan turned their heads coldly and looked at the busy sea clan from afar. There was only deep hatred in their eyes, and nothing else.

The Tiger Emperor slowly stood up and said coldly: "Just now, I almost got disgusted by myself! Brother Peng, I remember you for the rest of my life."

Penghuang said coldly: "I thank you for remembering me for the rest of my life. Don't forget it for a moment or a moment! Tell me, am I wrong?"

"You are right!" Several emperors spoke together: "Without you, everyone might not be able to say such disgusting words. After the first sentence is ignoring the shame, the rest is nothing!"

Penghuang sneered, "Who wants to take care of the shame?! Who doesn't want to avenge the grudge? In the past, the only one who was injured and I was unable to fight again, but after that, he did not bear the arrow of nirvana. At the last hurdle, the little eagle went to death with pride. I was close to me and saw that feeling of powerlessness. Who can be more sad and painful than me? In the situation just now, I wasn't the first to jump out of ruling the shame and be worthy of the dead eagle? Let you express your hatred in your heart, and then let your brothers die here, be worthy of the dead eagle? In our situation, when facing dragons and phoenixes, where can you still fight back? How much power can you have? Can you live without ruling the shame and be worthy of the dead eagle? If we are all dead, then I am sorry to the little eagle!"

"Isn't it a great kindness to kill us thorns in order to cooperate with the sea clan?"

"What's the regret of sacrificing us as the defeated generals for the sake of the overall situation? What would happen if we show hatred and disobedient intentions? You don't know what to do?"

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These two chapters have naturally considered the plot well; but after writing them, put them in the position of the Demon King and think about it carefully, should we choose brothers or the overall situation at all costs?

It is certain that you choose your brother and break completely with the sea clan.

It is also foreseeable to choose the sea clan and the brothers are centrifuged.

Even if we don’t consider it from the perspective of cool literature... what would we choose if it were the wise emperors of all generations in our history?

There is no best of both worlds!
Chapter completed!